Shut up! Hide! Don’t let her hear– oh crap, I said that out loud…
Jim Campbell
Language chips, like the Babelfish, have a lot to answer for!
minando
For world-wide-vegetarism and other crimes against the natural order of…
….ummm…
…
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE COW THINKS ABOUT MY EATING HABITS!!!
…
That said, I’m totally for world peace.
🙂
TB
Geeze, that’s right. Everybody in SpaceTrawler who comes back to Earth is now Doctor Doolittle. Except they can’t talk back.
Pedrocelli
She forgot she still has the chip implanted.
Bikkie interacts with people (of all varieties) very differently now to the way he did before he could understand them. Now Emily is about to find that its a sword that cuts both ways.’
minando
Sometimes, the call of the wild should be muted.
For it’s own sake.
Knicholas
Oh my God I never thought of this!
As another great sci fi cartoonist once said, “Food that talks isn’t food”!
Food. Food food food. That’s a funny word. Foooooood. It’s like it doesn’t have any meaning when you say it a lot.
An old-timey diner near me has a big sign out front that says “GOOD FOOD.” Makes me wonder why the words don’t rhyme — and should they have the “oooh” sound of “food” or the “oouh” sound of “good”?
In a Space 1889 RPG I’m playing in, we’ve discovered that cetaceans speak various dialects of an Ancient Martian language. We have two porpoises as friends now. Sadly there is a worldwide whaling industry, which it may be difficult for us to do anything about.
Mmmm – bonus! Now she can easily test the quality of the meat:
-“So, any intestinal parasites, infections, that kind of stuff?”
-“Oh no, I’m very healthy, how nice and considerate of you to ask!”
Ka-blam, thud, weaze, fart, trickle.
Om-nom-nom; the sound of the circle of Life.
Efogoto
Run! She’s armed and dangerously hungry!
Tomn
Come to think of it, there’s no reason the translation chip can’t work on machines as well, is there? Listening to the 56k modem sound must be a real trip now.
Peter Rogan
Before she can chew on her own soul, I see Emily has at least one additional unexpected meal in front of– Well, actually, behind her, to be factual. Let’s see how she resolves the conundrum.
I won’t project here because I eat octopus unapologetically. Emily’s education has taken her far. So let’s see how she resolves the conflict.
Scott
You are all assuming that coyote isn’t family. She may be ruthless, but I don’t remember any indication that she’s cannibalistic…
Shut up! Hide! Don’t let her hear– oh crap, I said that out loud…
Language chips, like the Babelfish, have a lot to answer for!
For world-wide-vegetarism and other crimes against the natural order of…
….ummm…
…
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE COW THINKS ABOUT MY EATING HABITS!!!
…
That said, I’m totally for world peace.
🙂
Geeze, that’s right. Everybody in SpaceTrawler who comes back to Earth is now Doctor Doolittle. Except they can’t talk back.
She forgot she still has the chip implanted.
Bikkie interacts with people (of all varieties) very differently now to the way he did before he could understand them. Now Emily is about to find that its a sword that cuts both ways.’
Sometimes, the call of the wild should be muted.
For it’s own sake.
Oh my God I never thought of this!
As another great sci fi cartoonist once said, “Food that talks isn’t food”!
Food. Food food food. That’s a funny word. Foooooood. It’s like it doesn’t have any meaning when you say it a lot.
An old-timey diner near me has a big sign out front that says “GOOD FOOD.” Makes me wonder why the words don’t rhyme — and should they have the “oooh” sound of “food” or the “oouh” sound of “good”?
done run outta beans already, eh?
In a Space 1889 RPG I’m playing in, we’ve discovered that cetaceans speak various dialects of an Ancient Martian language. We have two porpoises as friends now. Sadly there is a worldwide whaling industry, which it may be difficult for us to do anything about.
that’s so damn cool. rock on, Owen.
Mmmm – bonus! Now she can easily test the quality of the meat:
-“So, any intestinal parasites, infections, that kind of stuff?”
-“Oh no, I’m very healthy, how nice and considerate of you to ask!”
Ka-blam, thud, weaze, fart, trickle.
Om-nom-nom; the sound of the circle of Life.
Run! She’s armed and dangerously hungry!
Come to think of it, there’s no reason the translation chip can’t work on machines as well, is there? Listening to the 56k modem sound must be a real trip now.
Before she can chew on her own soul, I see Emily has at least one additional unexpected meal in front of– Well, actually, behind her, to be factual. Let’s see how she resolves the conundrum.
I won’t project here because I eat octopus unapologetically. Emily’s education has taken her far. So let’s see how she resolves the conflict.
You are all assuming that coyote isn’t family. She may be ruthless, but I don’t remember any indication that she’s cannibalistic…
Is that a Henry lever action rifle?
Incidentally… the previous strip in the archive is a diary strip that probably isn’t supposed to still be in the Spacetrawler archive…